My little dog is petrified of the smoke detector. When we stayed with my Dad and he was cooking, he would always drop food on the burner and his smoke detector wass quite sensitive, so it would always go off. Freaked my boy out. It got to the point to where when my Dad just turned on the burner, my dog would scratch and bark at the door, to get the fuck out of dodge.

If I talk in a weird deep voice my dog gets really creeped out and runs and hides beneath her bed XD
Also if I just suddenly fall to the floor and play dead she starts to whine and then runs off. hehe.
Sometimes when I’m in the kitchen cooking dinner my dog gets pretty scared because of all the sizzling noises and stuff.
Oh and also WATER. XD She hates the stuff!

I had a cat who was afraid of brooms for the rest of her life [15 more years] after my s/o at the time chased her down 2 flights of stairs and out the cat window sweeping one at her. [she had just peed in the tub.] Even when I moved to 2 new places after that relationship ended—I got a broom out to sweep and she was GONE.

My dog used to be afraid of fireworks and thunder. I was always trying to find ways to help him, but nature finally came up with the solution. He’s going deaf. He made it through our recent thunder storms and the 4th of July with no difficulty what so ever.

Spoony THE cat absolutely abhors the vacuum cleaner. As long as it’s turned off, it’s fine. But bring it into a room she’s in and just plug it in and she’s up and out of there like she was shot from a cannon.

Water hose. My dog will frolic in a stagnant nasty water hole that has cattle feces in it but will not handle being washed off with clean water from the hose. No wash off clingons, no come in the house.

@Bellatrix hahaha. Maybe he follows Jack Nicholson’s old age advice: “Never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart;” and doesn’t want to be caught near the evidence.

The same cat I mentioned above, who was afraid of brooms, was afraid of crossing thresholds. She was feral, came in from the cold at about 9 months and always had an open window in case she wanted to leave. Yet she always hesitated at thresholds—whether the entrance to my apartment from the outside, or crossing into the common hall through another door, or entering/leaving the boiler/storage room or various rooms in various places I lived after that. She lived to be 21. Her fear abated with age but never ceased completely.